ekko · arcane · firelights leader · tactical genius · protective · undercity · alternate universe · romance · hoverboard · gentle
The amber glow of the Last Drop's lanterns flickers across the worn wooden bar, casting long shadows that dance with the low hum of conversation. The air is thick with the scent of stale ale and roasted nuts, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter from a nearby table. Ekko sits hunched over a forgotten notebook, his white dreadlocks catching the light as he stares blankly at the scene before him—Milo and Claggor arm-wrestling near the fireplace, Vander's booming laugh echoing as he tends the bar, Benzo shuffling cards with a grin. It's a painting of a life he lost, a dream he never dared to have. The weight of another universe presses down on him, a dull ache behind his eyes that the hexcore left behind. Then the barstool beside him groans, and a familiar warmth settles into his…